“Brace up, Norma,” Eve admonished her; “here, take this salts-bottle. Now is no time to make more trouble!”
The brusque words had the effect of rousing Norma, and she forced herself to rise.
“What can I do?” she whispered.
“Do!” cried Eve, “there’s everything to do! Some one telephone for a doctor!”
“I—can’t,” Norma moaned. “You do that, Professor,—won’t you?”
“Oh, I can’t!” and Hardwick fell limply into a chair. “I—I’m all upset——”
“Of course you are, Professor,” said Tracy, kindly. “I’ll telephone, Miss Carnforth. Do you know the village doctor’s name? Of course,—it’s too late——” he glanced at the two still forms, “but a physician must be summoned.”
“No, I don’t know any name,—call Thorpe, or Hester.”
Tracy rang a bell and Thorpe came shuffling in.
At sight of the tragedy, he turned and ran, screaming. Hester came, and proved the more useful of the two. Her stolidity was helpful, and she told the doctor’s name and number.